"…I'd love to." Holmes finally responded.
"Excellent. Does the Royal at seven o'clock work for you?"
"Sounds perfect." Watson was glaring at Holmes for his dry answers. Holmes glared right back at him.

"Well… I should probably be on my way now."
"Is there anything more I can do for you, Miss Howley? Shall we accompany you home?" Watson asked
"No, no, no, I needn't bother you any more-"
"Nonsense! Let me get you a crutch at least!" The doctor quickly got a wooden crutch from a supply closet and handed it to me, "Is that a good size?"
"Perfect. Thanks so much."
"Don't think a moment on it. Let me assist you to the door."

Watson and I made our way back through the cluttered room, down the stairs and to the door slowly but surely with the rather inconvenient crutch. Holmes followed, but in the interest of observing rather than chivalry.
"You're positive you won't be able to join us, Doctor Watson?"
"I do wish I could, but I'm sure you'll have a lovely time with Mr. Holmes."
"I'm sure we will. I'll have to make it up to you another time then. You've both been positively wonderful."
"As I said, don't worry about it. You're sure we can't assist you home?"
"Oh, no, you've already done more than enough for me. Good-bye Doctor I look forward to seeing you soon. And Mr. Holmes, I look forward to seeing you tonight."
"Good-bye, Ms. Howley, I'll be in touch. Be sure to take only main roads on your way back!" Watson said enthusiastically. Holmes acknowledged my departure with a grunt and a nod, though the moment the door shut, I could hear him come to life in a muffled rage of arguments.
I went around the right side of the building into an ally way, making sure my crutch didn't touch the street incase Holmes saw any trace of it. I stood near a large dumpster underneath some of their windows which, thankfully for me, happened to be open. My position in relation to the dumpster in relation to the window was impossible to perceive from their angle. I heard the faint footsteps as the duo made their way back to their rooms.
"…perfectly lovely; I don't know why you're being so fussy." Came Watsons voice
"Fussy? Nay, nay, Watson, I am being sensible. Why should I go to dinner with this girl whom we know nothing about? I could be doing something useful!"
"Such as?"
"Experiments! Investigations! Anything but wasting my time with some unknown girl –who- by the way could be potentially dangerous! She could have it in for me! What if, dear Watson, you have sent your best friend and colleague to his death by setting him up with this woman? What if everything she's been telling us is a lie? What if it's all a ploy? What if—"
"HOLMES!" Watson yelled and took a sigh of aggravation. "Holmes, who was the last person you've spent any time with one-on-one, excluding me? Who was the last woman you've spent time with? I am telling you as a friend and doctor, that this is a good thing for you. You need to get out. For your own health. And if worst comes to worst, and behind those big innocent eyes lies a homicidal maniac with only the most evil of intent, than maybe, just maybe, with God along your side and a prayer in your heart, will you be able to stop all 98 lbs of her and her malicious deeds."
"She was at least 115 lbs, Watson; don't underestimate."
"Oh, for Gods sake! You know; if you let yourself, you might actually have a good time! She seemed to be smart enough, sweet, and- I'm sure you've noticed- very attractive."
"So I should go to my impending demise because the killer who's invited me is pretty?"
"If you continue acting like this, I'll be the cause of your death."

The bickering continued, but I decided I've heard enough.